The night was dark, leaving only the lone star and the waning moon.
Nan Er controlled his breathing, slowed his heartbeat as much as possible, and suppressed the fear that had just surged in his mind.
The palm resting on the handle of the knife was slowly and tightly clenched, and the palm of the palm could not stop sweating.
what to do?
His mental quality is already beyond ordinary people's perseverance. If ordinary people have been frightened to the point of weakness, even the famous knights in Jiangcheng will probably panic when they see such a scene.
In other words, Nan Er has already experienced the storm, so he is still barely stable.
But just being in a stalemate like this was not an option. He couldn't move, and there was a non-human monster behind him. If the other party lost patience, he would bite him directly on the back of his neck.
It will be over by then.
call--
He was so nervous that he could hear his breathing, not his own breathing, but that of the other person. It was so clear that he could feel the cold wind on the back of his neck, blowing unnaturally on his collar.
Some people panic when something happens, completely losing their usual caution and carefulness. Some people are usually careless, but when faced with emergencies, they are extremely clear-headed.
This is just like a duel in the arena. On the verge of life and death, the two knights who lose their minds first will enter the gate of hell before the other.
Back in Zhendian, the old hunter who was said to have seen a wolf as big as a cow once said that the feral wolf would not only put its front paws on people's shoulders, but also call the other person's name. He turned around and bit his neck directly.
One thing to say, you must not look back rashly when encountering something like this.
The wolf demon behind him should have only become a spirit not long ago. Although he can already put his hand on someone's shoulder, he still can't call his name. He can only wait until he turns around before attacking.
Wanting to find a way out of this situation, Nan Er frowned, his temples sweating non-stop in the already very cold winter night.
Unable to think of a way to break the situation, he simply transferred his grievances to the guy in the side hall of the temple just a few steps away from him who asked him to go hunting but was enjoying the benefits.
This bastard is probably watching his own jokes in the side hall now. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to feel what's happening at such a close distance? Normally, you can spot traces of monsters and ghosts from far away, but now you are deaf and mute.
Nan Er was still feeling resentful and resentful when he suddenly heard a sharp meow.
Meow--
Immediately afterwards, the two wolf claws on his shoulders that were originally unshakable were instantly withdrawn, and the force that had been pressing Nan Er also disappeared at the same time.
Nan Er bowed his body and rushed out instantly like an arrow from the string, and then pulled out the long knife from his waist with lightning speed.
Dazzling white light bloomed.
The counter-pattern knife was unsheathed, and along with the owner's suppressed anger, it let out a roar that shook all directions.
Buzz——
A white crescent moon visible to the naked eye was slashed out, and then the sound of flesh and blood cracking was heard, accompanied by whimpering and wailing.
The night was very dark today, but the sword light was extremely dazzlingly white.
It was as if what was thrown was not the light of the sword, but the moon in the sky, except that the moonlight did not emit soft white, but a faint blood red.
Along with the wind, the smell of blood spreads.
Nan Er knew that the sword he slashed out in an instant successfully hit the opponent, and judging from the sound, the opponent's injury should be serious.
Only then did he dare to breathe a little relieved. When he rushed out just now, he used his hand and intuition to slash a knife behind him, but he was not sure whether he could hit the opponent.
It seems that luck is still on his side.
I just didn't know that when I went into the forest to hunt and then walked back, I had already encountered two strange things. Let's not talk about the fake footprints before. At least there was no danger. But this time, I actually met a wolf monster that would definitely eat people. It was not certain whether he would live or die.
This can be considered some kind of luck.
He did not put away the knife, but turned around cautiously and resumed his attacking posture. Although the slash just now injured the opponent, it was not a human being after all, and he didn't know how much impact that wound would have on it.
But by the light of the long knife in his hand, he could vaguely see a huge figure lying on the ground. It was difficult to identify it because its fur color almost blended into the dark night.
It looked like it was a wolf, but it was much larger than the average wolf in the mountain forest. If Li Yuan didn't look carefully, he would have thought it was a calf that fell to the ground.
A large wound was opened on the wolf demon's abdomen. The cracked flesh and blood kept squirming, and the smelly blood gushes out and formed a small puddle on the ground.
It struggled to get up, but the wound on its abdomen was not shallow and the blood could not stop. Its huge sharp claws struggled to pull on the ground a few times before it stood up unsteadily.
The two scarlet eyes were like two shrunken lanterns in the dark night, and the red light shone on Nan Er's face.
"drink!"
Nan Er raised the knife and struck, not on the top of the giant wolf's head, but on its left front paw. Creatures like wolves have always been called copper-headed, iron-boned, and tofu-loined. When hunting wolves in the mountains, hunters usually use long forks to specifically attack the soft waist and abdomen of the wolf.
Click!
The counter-grain knife is indestructible. Let alone iron bones, even if it is made of real black iron, it is still as simple as chopping vegetables.
Nan Er only used one knife to cut off the front claws of the giant wolf, and then when the opponent was unstable and about to fall, he stabbed the wolf's chin with a knife.
The giant wolf could only let out a howl in time before it completely fell into the dust and lost its life.
call--
It wasn't until this moment that Nan Er truly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the fallen wolf corpse and its dimmed eyes, making sure that the other party would not come back to life.
Although it seemed dangerous, the odds of winning were actually on Nan Er's side. If the opponent hadn't been on his shoulders for a sneak attack from the beginning, but had fought face to face, Nan Er would have won.
This wolf demon must have just developed its spiritual wisdom. Although it can trick people in the forest into eating it, it can't cast magic yet. It's just a huge wolf.
"Huh, I just said something is wrong here."
After Nan Er was sure that the giant wolf was dead, he safely put the knife back into the sheath, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained unhappily in his heart.
How long did it take for him to come to this ruined temple, then go find game for the tooth sacrifice, and then come back here? But these weird things happen one after another. There were deceptive fake footprints in the past, and now there is a giant wolf that can put its arms around the shoulders. Who knows what will happen next...
Meow~
The meow that just broke the situation was made by the black cat. She just got out of the side hall, and then let out a warning or threatening roar at the giant wolf, and then looked at Nan to deal with it in two or three. Killed the giant wolf.
She squatted at the door of the ruined temple, licking the hair on her paws in boredom.
Nan Er picked up the two pheasants that he had thrown away when he escaped from the control of the giant wolf, patted them casually a few times, and shook off a few feathers and dust on the ground.
He walked to the door and raised the pheasant in his hand as if asking for credit:
"Kitten, we have something delicious to eat tonight."
Black Cat glanced at Nan Er with a very disdainful look, then ignored him at all and went straight back to the side hall on the left.
Nan Er touched his nose and cursed helplessly:
"Damn! Even the cat doesn't give me face."
He pushed open the door of the side hall in a few steps. The rotten wooden door made an overwhelming creaking sound and almost broke into pieces in Nan Er's hands.
Nan Er stood at the door and did not rush in. He even looked at Xia Zhichan who was sitting next to the fire with a little suspicion.
"You... aren't you lying too?"
Why do you ask this? Is it because I have encountered too many strange things in a short period of time? Besides, there has also been a monster pretending to be Xia Zhichan before.
Hearing this, Xia Zhichan just rolled her eyes, and then said angrily:
"Get in quickly!"
"oh."
There is no doubt that this person has such a bad temper.
The flames in the fire were very strong, and the orange-red flames kept swaying in the simple pile of stones, and occasionally a few restless sparks would pop out.
Tick...
The pheasant is roasted by the fire, and the fat under the skin slowly melts, turning into oil and dripping down bit by bit. Once it falls into the fire, it will cause the flame to jump, accompanied by the sound of the branches breaking after burning.
Nan Er turned the branch with the roasted chicken in his hand, then glanced at Xia Zhichan, who was opposite him, and asked with nothing to say:
"Are we really going to spend the night here?"
"What's wrong? I'm scared now. When you left Jiangcheng, didn't you pat your chest and say that if you follow me, you can see more monsters and ghosts?"
Xia Zhichan slowly exhaled a breath of white air.
He spent almost all his time except rushing to eat to repair his sieve-like meridians. Since leaving Jiangcheng, he finally repaired several major meridians, but there is still a long way to go before he can fully recover. Walk some distance.
"But it's so evil here. You don't know. When I was hunting pheasants, I almost punched the wall. Then I met the wolf at the door that the old hunter said would put his arm around his shoulders. I almost lost my life again... "
Nan Er looked at Xia Zhichan's plain face and felt a little indignant. He looked at the pheasant that was almost ready to be roasted in his hand, took it to his mouth and took a hard bite.
"Fuck, phew—it's so hot!"
The freshly roasted chicken has an almost fried crispy texture because the chicken skin has been soaked in melted fat, and the chicken inside is even hotter.
He didn't taste it at all, but it burned his tongue.
"Don't worry, no one will compete with you."
Xia Zhichan also took out the salt shaker that Nan Er had been carrying from the bag and handed it to the other party. After all, roasted chicken has no taste and will only taste better if salt is added.
"Huh - you don't want to eat?"
Nan Er looked at the other pheasant that was still on top of the fire and found that Xia Zhichan had no intention of doing anything.
He pinched a pinch of fine salt from the salt shaker, carefully touched the roasted chicken, and then took another bite. The tender meat of the pheasant combined with the simplest salty taste burst out in his mouth.
I finished one in a few seconds and threw the chicken bones aside.
"I won't eat it, so you should eat it all."
Xia Zhichan looked at Nan Er who was devouring his food, took the initiative to hand over his roast chicken, and then said inexplicably:
"Eat more. When you have some strength at night..."
"Um?"
